The battle of the sexes is alive and well in this bizarre little satire about a misandrist who authors a book warning other women about the hazards of getting involved with men. Certainly possessing the courage of her convictions (and in anticipation of our current state of affairs
, about which far fewer people are laughing, these days), she wages her own personal war, but one in which she gets lots of help and encouragement. She slugs, rips, tears, and gives David Niven a "Soupy Sales moment" with a slice of banana creme pie. Other guys in the film come in for their share, too; men are clearly at a disadvantage in this situation. By the end of the movie, though, she discovers how her belligerence is making her life a misery, which is something that both men and women are still trying to say to today's radical militants.
In a way, the story in this film reminds me of Puccini's opera, Turandot,
which is also about how a courageous suitor melts the heart of a man-hating ice queen. Guess the trope is rather timeless.
'rsoona' has some interesting things to say about the background of this film and how it came to be produced on the IMDb user reviews
page for it.